The Week That Was

The Week That Was

I was doing a round of the malls and retail outlets last week and came to the conclusion that men’s innerwear is still miles behind women’s. It is true that now we have more choices than in the past, when chaddi & frenchie were the order of the day. The horrific frenchie advertisement, “dreaming about me” swept the nation and men started wearing the liberated form of underwear. While women’s lingerie and negligee have always been a major ‘turn-on’ factor for men, unfortunately it is not vice-versa. Come on think about it, you get some amazing and kinky stuff at Victoria’s Secret, is there anything remotely close to that for men? Yeah yeah I know you want to talk about the CKs, Tommys and Lacostes of the world, but are they any close to VS stuff? No wonder, women do not get a kick about men’s innerwear, while we drool at the very thought of edible chocolate panty. Moreover, to sport CK or Tommy, one needs the physique and the less we speak about it, the better. The memorable moment for us was when jockey introduced the bikini cut for men….that was very comfortable. Speaking about comfort, I think men prefer innerwear that is more comfortable rather than the brand. But mind you, all you men out there, if you are not comfortable you-know-where, it will reflect rather soberly on your facial expression. And please do not be caught with that expression either in public or in private. Staying with men’s underwear, a friend of mine had told me that the West Side underwear is very comfortable and especially during Mumbai’s hot summer and monsoons. Now, you do not want me to explicitly explain the nuances of S&M (oh you dirty minds, its not what you think it to be, it stands for summer and monsoon) comfort!

Saw three interesting movies during the weekend…of-course the entire world must have watched these movies months back. You see I am fast becoming slow…in every aspect. Started off with The Devil Wears Prada and those of you who have not watched it, please grab the cd / dvd and watch it. Its witty, hilarious and Meryl Streep is simply at her best…in doing such bitchy roles. Man everytime I look at her or at Judy Dench, something starts happening to me…older women, I guess! My next movie was Anwar,. Brilliant script and concept with all round dull, boring, pathetic acting. Manisha Koirala can act but her brother…it was like watching SRK in a demure manner. The last one was The Break-Up….I indeed need to go through a relation before passing any comment on the movie. Watch it if you are going through a bad relation at this moment. It will make dumping each other pretty simple and neat.

I had to undergo the torture of Filmfare Awards last night. Those of you missed it, consider yourself to be extremely lucky. The over-rated SRK should realise that he is PATHETIC as an anchor and should limit his histrionics and idiosyncrasies to his bathroom. The actors who performed were soulless…maybe FilmFare did not amply compensate them. Then one had to go through the family saga of the Bachchans and their newly found to-be daughter-in-law and how loving, caring, blah blah blah that she is. Hopefully this time around, Abhishek will be lucky and Ash will not decide to marry a “long lost childhood friend” like un-charismatic Karisma. Of-course she was also there, anaemic looking and chaperoning her sister. It was a good platform to do personal relations. Nobody seemed to be enjoying the show and I don’t blame them, with SRK as the anchor! And what weird clothes he was wearing…absolutely jhuggi-jhopri type. Quite like FP3

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Long Weekend

Last week was rather fascinating. It started with a meeting with Shyam Benegal and ending with nice weekend trip. Uncle Shyam was in Delhi for the screening of his documentary “Lost Childhood” that traces child labour in India. Since NDTV had interviewed him, I was up and about watching Night Out and Raat baki and it was both audio and visual treat. Priya Sachdev was talking to the reporter during the launch of a jewellery line and she spoke in an amazing Punju-Brit-Yankee accent. Her lip movement was minimal and of-course it looked like she is going through major constipation problem that could be deciphered by the way she spoke. And friends, you should have heard her pronounce “YET”!!! I could not stop laughing. The event had a full dose of air-kissing with ladies resplendent in their minimal clothing. So much so, that they had to take good care of walking or bending….otherwise the moral police of the I&B ministry would have definitely banned Night Out.

My 9th flor friend & I decided to travel to Shimla for the long weekend. Our friends termed it as a good bonding time and the weekend trip was elevated to the pedestal of honeymoon. Now let me make one thing very clear, while I do not suffer from homophobia at the same time I am NOT GAY. When women go out on weekend trips or holidays, they are not termed lesbians, or are they? Anyway, coming back to the trip. So we set out for our sojourn to Shimla on Friday morning. Anticipating an eleven hour long bus journey, I decided to pop not one but TWO Imodiums. Believe me, my friends, two imodiums can do wonder to your stomach….almost unbreakable seal!!! To make matters worse, both of us chickened out of the long bus journey and decided to go to my favourite city Jaipur.

I always loved the city and as my friend put it, “a city of organised chaos”. Of-course we landed in trouble the moment we reached Jaipur. All the hotels seemed to be overbooked, the roads were filled with tourists and even in that milieu you could spot the monkey cap and muffler clad bongs! They are everywhere…from the public toilets to the sophisticated restaurants, you just cannot ignore the breed. Mind you, the weather in Jaipur was extremely pleasant, but muffler and monkey cap…NO WAY. And there we were, two bongs with out bags filled with woollen clothes! If the cops stopped us and wanted to check our luggage, he would have definitely referred us to a mental asylum.